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and over until I was screaming out in ecstasy.
    The pressure built at my core, throbbed and tingled as I lifted my hips up and pressed deep inside with two fingers mimicking what I thought Hank would do. Several deep strokes, hips reaching high, I ended the torture with a few furious circles around my swollen clit.
    “Hank!” I cried into the empty room, my orgasm ripping through me fast and furious.
    I rubbed out the vestiges of my pleasure as Dream Hank fizzled and disappeared. Jesus, I hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Too long. So long that I was using a man who was all wrong for me as fodder for my masturbatory fantasies. Pathetic.
    In the kitchen, I washed my hands, still dazed from my orgasm, my mind still focused on Dream Hank.
    The door to my penthouse slammed and a jangling ruckus could be heard from the entryway. I made it back into the living room when I heard Oliver yelling.
    “Sit! Damn you mangy mutt, don’t you know basic commands!” Oliver’s shrill voice pierced and echoed through the walls of my home.
    A blur of yellow barreled through the living room, knocking over a small table. Nails clicked and clacked against the hardwood floors, then a giant dog jumped, pushing me onto the couch. I shrieked, covering my face and chest as it hopped from couch to my lap to the floor and back. A long pink tongue hung out of its mouth then slurped at my face, leaving a wet trail of saliva along the surface. I tilted my head against my shoulder, wiping the disgusting slime off.
    “Holy Jesus. What the hell, Ollie! Get this dog off me!”
    “Oh my, God. Shoo dog, shoo! Get down.” He pulled at the dog’s collar and slapped a hook onto it, restraining him by his side.
    “I’m sorry, Pen. You said to move all of Hank’s stuff to your place. This … ” he pointed to the yellow lab, “is part of his stuff. According to the gentleman who gave me the dog, his name is Butch.”
    “Butch.” The dog turned around in a circle when he heard his name. Tentatively, I reached out and petted the dog. He happily panted and pushed against my palm. I pulled my hand away and a wad of hair was left in its wake. Dogs. They were dirty, they shed, and they made messes as large as they were. This dog was enormous, just like its master. What a nightmare.
    “You have got to be kidding me.” I closed my eyes and tried to will the dog to disappear. I cracked open one eye. No such luck. He was still there. “Okay, fine. Hire a dog watcher or something. For now, bring him in the kitchen and give him some water. He’s probably thirsty. Have Chef Gustav make him a steak.” Oliver looked at me like I was a psycho. “Please, just deal with it. I’m going to take a long, hot bath. Tomorrow I’m going to stop by the hospital in the morning. Reschedule any conflicting appointments.”
    “Okay, you rest. You’ve been through a lot the past couple days. And Pen … ”
    I stopped at the head of the stairs, turning to look back at my most trusted friend. “Yes?”
    “I’m so thankful you’re okay. I owe the cowboy a lot. You’re still here because of him.” His voice was weak and thick with emotion.
    “I’m fine. Please, just take care of his dog.” I swung a wave behind me as I treaded to the haven that was a huge jetted tub nestled in the master bathroom. “Good night.”
    ***
    A hot bath was exactly what the doctor ordered. Candles twinkled along the curved edge of the tub, filling the room with the scent of sugary vanilla. Water sloshed over the side as I settled into the steamy water.
    Heaven.
    Ten minutes passed when the door creaked open and Oliver walked in. He had a bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses in the other. He sat the bottle and glasses down on the tiled edge. He pulled the vanity chair over to the tub, removed his blazer and tie, then folded up each sleeve of his dress shirt. He slumped into the chair, picked up the wine and poured hefty glasses of the garnet liquid.
    I knew what he was doing. For